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1-2 Chapter 1

1.6. The particle position is to the left of zero on the x-axis, so its position is negative. The particle is moving to the
right, so its velocity is positive. The particle’s speed is increasing as it moves to the right, so its acceleration vector
points in the same direction as its velocity vector (i.e., to the right). Thus, the acceleration is also positive.

1.7. The particle position is below zero on the y-axis, so its position is negative. The particle is moving down, so its
velocity is negative. The particle’s speed is increasing as it moves in the negative direction, so its acceleration vector
points in the same direction as its velocity vector (i.e., down). Thus, the acceleration is also negative.

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1.8. The particle position is above zero on the y-axis, so its position is positive. The particle is moving down, so its
velocity is negative. The particle’s speed is increasing as it moves in the negative direction, so its acceleration vector
points in the same direction as its velocity vector (i.e., down). Thus, the acceleration is also negative.

Exercises and Problems

Section 1.1 Motion Diagrams

1.1. Model: Imagine a car moving in the positive direction (i.e., to the right). As it skids, it covers less distance
between each movie frame (or between each snapshot).
Solve:

Assess: As we go from left to right, the distance between successive images of the car decreases. Because the time
interval between each successive image is the same, the car must be slowing down.

1.2. Model: We have no information about the acceleration of the rocket, so we will assume that it accelerates
upward with a constant acceleration.
Solve:

Assess: Notice that the length of the velocity vectors increases each step by approximately the length of the
acceleration vector.

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1.3. Model: We will assume that the term “quickly” used in the problem statement means a time that is short
compared to 30 s.
Solve:

Assess: Notice that the acceleration vector points in the direction opposite to the velocity vector because the car is
decelerating.

Section 1.2 The Particle Model

1.4. Solve: (a) The basic idea of the particle model is that we will treat an object as if all its mass is concentrated
into a single point. The size and shape of the object will not be considered. This is a reasonable approximation of reality
if (i) the distance traveled by the object is large in comparison to the size of the object and (ii) rotations and internal
motions are not significant features of the object’s motion. The particle model is important in that it allows us to simplify
a problem. Complete reality—which would have to include the motion of every single atom in the object—is too
complicated to analyze. By treating an object as a particle, we can focus on the most important aspects of its motion
while neglecting minor and unobservable details.
(b) The particle model is valid for understanding the motion of a satellite or a car traveling a large distance.
(c) The particle model is not valid for understanding how a car engine operates, how a person walks, how a bird flies,
or how water flows through a pipe.

Section 1.3 Position and Time

Section 1.4 Velocity

1.5. Model: We model the ball’s motion from the instant after it is released, when it has zero velocity, to the instant
before it hits the ground, when it will have its maximum velocity.
Solve:

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Assess: Notice that the “particle” we have drawn has a finite dimensions, so it appears as if the bottom half of this
“particle” has penetrated into the ground in the bottom frame. This is not really the case; our mental particle has no
size and is located at the tip of the velocity vector arrow.

1.6. Solve: The player starts from rest and moves faster and faster.

1.7. Solve: The player starts with an initial velocity but as he slides he moves slower and slower until coming to rest.

Section 1.5 Linear Acceleration

r r
1.8. Solve: (a) Let v0 be the velocity vector between points 0 and 1 and v1 be the velocity vector between points
1 and 2. Speed v1 is greater than speed v0 because more distance is covered in the same interval of time.
(b) To find the acceleration, use the method of Tactics Box 1.3:

Assess: The acceleration vector points in the same direction as the velocity vectors, which makes sense because the
speed is increasing.
r r
1.9. Solve: (a) Let v0 be the velocity vector between points 0 and 1 and v1 be the velocity vector between points 1
and 2. Speed v1 is greater than speed v0 because more distance is covered in the same interval of time.
(b) Acceleration is found by the method of Tactics Box 1.3.

Assess: The acceleration vector points in the same direction as the velocity vectors, which makes sense because the
speed is increasing.

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 THE UPWARD AND ONWARD SERIES.

CRINGLE AND CROSS-TREE;

OR,
 THE SEA SWASHES OF A SAILOR.

BY OLIVER OPTIC

AUTHOR OF "YOUNG AMERICA ABROAD," "THE ARMY AND

NAVY STORIES,"
"THE WOODVILLE STORIES," "THE BOAT-CLUB STORIES,"
"THE STARRY FLAG SERIES," "THE LAKE-SHORE SERIES,"
ETC.

WITH FOURTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS.

BOSTON:
LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.

NEW YORK:
LEE, SHEPARD AND DILLINGHAM.

1873.
 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871,
By WILLIAM T. ADAMS,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

ELECTROTYPED AT THE
BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY,
19 Spring Lane.

TO
MY YOUNG FRIEND
JOSEPH H. KERNOCHAN
This Book
IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.
 PREFACE.
"Cringle and Cross-Tree" is the fourth of the Upward and
Onward Series, in which Phil Farringford, the hero of these stories,
appears as a sailor, and makes a voyage to the coast of Africa. His
earlier experience in the yacht on Lake Michigan had, in some
measure, prepared him for a nautical life, and he readily adapts
himself to the new situation. Being a young man of energy and
determination, who puts his whole soul into the business in which he
is engaged, he rapidly masters his new calling. His companions in
the forecastle are below the average standard of character in the
mercantile marine; but Phil, constantly true to his Christian
principles, obtains an influence over some of them,—for vice always
respects virtue,—which results in the permanent reform of two of his
shipmates.
Fifteen years ago the fitting out of a slaver in New York harbor was
not an uncommon occurrence, though, happily, now the business is
wholly suppressed. What was possible then is not possible now; but
the hero of the story, and many of his shipmates, regarded the
horrible traffic with abhorrence, and succeeded in defeating the
purposes of the voyage upon which they were entrapped. In such a
work their experience was necessarily exciting, and the incidents of
the story are stirring enough to engage the attention of the young
reader. But they were battling for right, truth, and justice; and every
step in this direction must be upward and onward.
In temptation, trial, and adversity, as well as in prosperity and
happiness, Phil Farringford continues to read his Bible, to practise
the virtues he has learned in the church, the Sunday school, and of
Christian friends, and to pray on sea and on land for strength and
guidance; and the writer commends his example, in these respects,
to all who may be interested in his active career.
Harrison Square, Boston, August 21, 1871.
 CONTENTS.
In which Phil talks of going to Sea, and meets an old
I.
Acquaintance.
In which Phil starts for New York, and is stopped on
II.
the way.
III. In which Phil goes east, and meets Captain Farraday.
In which Phil visits the Bark Michigan, and looks after
IV.
his Finances.
In which Phil moralizes over his Loss, and hears from
V.
St. Louis.
In which Phil signs the Shipping Papers, and recognizes
VI.
the new Mate.
In which Phil attempts to escape from the Bark
VII.
Michigan.
In which Phil finds himself a Prisoner, and finds
VIII.
something else.
In which Phil finds himself rated as an able Seaman in
IX.
the Port Watch.
In which Phil stands his Watch, and takes his Trick at
X.
the Wheel.
In which Phil makes a Cringle, and visits the Cross-
XI.
trees.
In which Phil ascertains the Destination of the
XII.
Michigan.
In which Phil goes aft, with others of the Crew, and
XIII.
then goes forward.
In which Phil speaks for Truth and Justice, and a Sail
XIV.
is discovered.
In which Phil is assigned to an important Position by
XV.
his Shipmates.
 XVI. In which Phil finds himself a Prisoner in the Steerage.
In which Phil becomes better acquainted with the
XVII.
Cabin Steward.
XVIII. In which Phil and others visit the Cabin of the Bark.
In which Phil and his Companions obtain Possession of
XIX.
the Michigan.
In which Phil argues a Point with Waterford, and
XX.
mounts Guard in the Steerage.
XXI. In which Phil becomes Second Mate of the Michigan.
In which Phil lays down the Law, and is afterwards
XXII.
much alarmed.
In which Phil counsels Prudence, and resorts to
XXIII.
Strategy.
In which Phil prepares for a Struggle, and opens the
XXIV.
Fore Scuttle.
In which Phil completes the Victory, and empties the
XXV.
Rum Barrels.
In which Phil reaches New York, meets the
XXVI.
Gracewoods, and abandons Cringle and Cross-tree.
CRINGLE AND CROSS-TREE;
OR,
THE SEA SWASHES OF A SAILOR.
 CHAPTER I.
IN WHICH PHIL TALKS OF GOING TO SEA, AND
MEETS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
"I have a very decided fancy for going to sea, father."
"Going to sea!" exclaimed my father, opening his eyes with
astonishment. "What in the world put that idea into your head?"
I could not exactly tell what had put it there, but it was there. I had just
returned to St. Louis from Chicago, where I had spent two years at
the desk. I had been brought up in the wilds of the Upper Missouri,
where only a semi-civilization prevails, even among the white settlers.
I had worked at carpentering for two years, and I had come to the
conclusion that neither the life of a clerk nor that of a carpenter suited
me. I had done well at both; for though I was only eighteen, I had
saved about twelve hundred dollars of my own earnings, which,
added to other sums, that had fallen to me, made me rich in the sum
of thirty-five hundred dollars.
My life in the backwoods and my campaign with the Indians had
given me a taste for adventure. I wished to see more of the world. But
I am sure I should not have yielded to this fancy if it had been a mere
whim, as it is in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred with boys. I had
never left, of my own accord, a place where I worked: the places had
left me. The carpenter with whom I had served my apprenticeship
gave up business, and the firm that had employed me as assistant
book-keeper was dissolved by the death of the junior partner. I was
again out of business, and I was determined to settle what seemed to
be the problem of my life before I engaged in any other enterprise.
For eleven years of my life I had known no parents. They believed
that I had perished in the waters of the Upper Missouri. I had found
my father, who had been a miserable sot, but was now, an honest,
sober, Christian man, in a responsible position, which yielded him a
salary of three thousand dollars a year. But while he was the
degraded being I had first seen him, his wife had fled from him to the
protection and care of her wealthy father. My mother had suffered so
much from my father's terrible infirmity, that she was glad to escape
from him, and to enjoy a milder misery in her own loneliness.
Though my father had reformed his life, and become a better man
than ever before, he found it impossible to recover the companion of
his early years. She had been in Europe five years, where the health
of her brother's wife required him to live. My father had written to Mr.
Collingsby, my grandfather, and I had told him, face to face, that I was
his daughter's son; but I had been indignantly spurned and repelled.
My mother's family seemed to have used every possible effort to
keep both my father and myself from communicating with her. She
had spent the winter in Nice, and was expected to remain there till
May.
 Phil's Interview with his Grandfather.

I had never seen my mother since I was two years old. I had no
remembrance of her, and I did not feel that I could settle down upon
the business of life till I had told her the strange story of my safety,
and gathered together our little family under one roof. Existence
seemed to be no longer tolerable unless I could attain this desirable
result. Nice was on the Mediterranean, and, with little or no idea of
the life of a sailor, I wanted to make a voyage to that sea.
I had served the firm of Collingsby & Faxon in Chicago as faithfully as
I knew how; I had pursued and captured the former junior partner of
the firm, who had attempted to swindle his associate; and for this
service my grandfather and his son had presented me the yacht in
which the defaulter had attempted to escape. In this craft I had
imbibed a taste for nautical matters, and I wished to enlarge my
experience on the broad ocean, which I had never seen.
In pursuing Mr. Collingsby's junior partner, I had run athwart the
hawse of Mr. Ben Waterford, a reckless speculator, and the associate
of the defaulter, who had attempted to elope with my fair cousin,
Marian Collingsby. I had thus won the regard of the Collingsbys, while
I had incurred the everlasting hatred of Mr. Waterford, whose malice
and revenge I was yet to feel. But in spite of the good character I had
established, and the service I had rendered, the family of my mother
refused to recognize me, or even to hear the evidence of my
relationship. I thought that they hated my father, and intended to do
all they could to keep him from seeing her. Her stay in Europe was
prolonged, and I feared that her father and brother were using their
influence to keep her there, in order to prevent my father or me from
seeing her.
I was determined to see her, and to fight my way into her presence if
necessary. At the same time I wanted to learn all about a ship, and
about navigation. I had flattered myself that I should make a good
sailor, and I had spent my evenings, during the last year of my stay in
Chicago, in studying navigation. Though I had never seen the ocean,
I had worked up all the problems laid down in the books. I wanted to
go to sea, and to make my way from a common sailor up to the
command of a ship. I say I wanted to do this, and the thought of it
furnished abundant food for my imagination; but I cannot say that I
ever expected to realize my nautical ambition. I had borrowed a
sextant, and used it on board of my boat, so that I was practically
skilled in its use. I had taken the latitude and longitude of many points
on Lake Michigan, and proved the correctness of my figures by
comparing them with the books.
I intended to go to Nice, whether I went to sea as a sailor or not. I had
sold my boat for eight hundred dollars, and with seven hundred more
I had saved from my salary, I had fifteen hundred dollars, which I was
willing to devote to the trip to Europe. But somehow it seemed to go
against my grain to pay a hundred dollars or more for my passage,
when I wanted to obtain knowledge and experience as a sailor. I
preferred to take a place among the old salts in the forecastle, go
aloft, hand, reef, and steer, to idling away my time in the cabin.
"I want to be a sailor, father," I added. "I want to know the business, at
least."
"I'm afraid that boat on the lake has turned your head, Philip," said my
father. "Why, you never even saw the ocean."
"Well, I have seen the lake, and the ocean cannot be very much
different from it, except in extent."
"But the life of a sailor is a miserable one. You will be crowded into a
dirty forecastle with the hardest kind of men."
"I am willing to take things as they come. I am going to Nice, at any
rate, and I may as well work my passage there, and learn what I wish
to know, as to be a gentleman in the cabin."
"You are old enough to think for yourself, Philip; but in my opinion,
one voyage will satisfy you."
"If it does, that's the end of the idea."
"Do you expect to go to work in a ship just as you would in a store,
and leave her when it suits your own convenience?" asked my father,
with a smile.
"I can ship to some port on the Mediterranean, and leave the vessel
when she reaches her destination."
"I think not. I believe sailors ship for the voyage out and home, though
you may be able to make such an arrangement as you propose. I
don't like your plan, Philip. You are going to find your mother. It is now
the middle of March. If you get off by the first of April, you may make
a long passage, and perhaps not reach Nice till your mother has gone
from there."
"I shall follow her, if I go all over Europe," I replied.
"But don't you think it is absurd to subject yourself and me to all this
uncertainty?"
"Perhaps it is; but I wanted to kill two birds with one stone."
"When you throw one stone at two birds, you are pretty sure to hit
neither of them. Be sensible, Philip. Go to New York, take a steamer
to Liverpool or Havre, and then proceed to Nice by railroad. You will
be there in a fortnight after you start."
My father was very earnest in his protest against my plan, and finally
reasoned me out of it. I believed that fathers were almost always
right, and I was unwilling to take the responsibility of disregarding his
advice, even while he permitted me to do as I pleased. I had been
idle long enough to desire to be again engaged in some active pursuit
or some stirring recreation. I abandoned my plan; but circumstances
afterwards left me no alternative but to adopt it again.
I immediately commenced making my preparations for the trip to
Europe, and in three days I was ready to depart. I had called upon
and bade adieu to all my friends in St. Louis, except Mr. Lamar, a
merchant who had been very kind to me in the day of adversity. On
the day before I intended to start, I went to his counting-room, and
found him busy with a gentleman. I waited till he was disengaged,
and picked up The Reveille to amuse myself for the time. Before I
could become interested in the contents of the newspaper, the voice
of the gentleman with whom the merchant was occupied attracted my
attention. I looked at him a second time, and as he turned his head I
recognized Mr. Ben Waterford.
I was conscious that this man was my enemy for life. I was rather
startled, for I assure my sympathizing reader that I was not at all
anxious to meet him. The last time I had seen him was on the bank of
Lake Michigan, at the mouth of a creek where I had left him, having
taken possession of his yacht, after a hard battle with him, in order to
prevent him from running away with my fair cousin, Miss Marian
Collingsby. I had entirely defeated his plans, as well as those of Mr.
Whippleton, Mr. Collingsby's partner; and when the business affairs of
the latter were examined, they involved those of the former. He was
driven into bankruptcy, and did not again show his face in Chicago.
Very likely, if I had not thwarted him, he would have married the
daughter of Mr. Collingsby, and, perhaps, at the same time, have
saved himself from financial ruin.
I read my newspaper, and hoped Mr. Ben Waterford would not see
me. I was rather curious to know what business he had with Mr.
Lamar. I could hear an occasional word, and I was soon satisfied that
the parties were talking about lands. The Chicago gentleman was at
his former business, evidently; for then he had been a speculator in
lands. I could not understand how one as effectually cleaned out as
he was represented to be could have any lands to sell, or any funds
to buy them.
"How are you, Phil? How do you do?" said Mr. Lamar, as, for the first
time, he happened to discover me.
"Don't let me disturb you, sir. I will wait," I replied.
"Ah, Phil! how do you do?" added Mr. Waterford; and I thought or
imagined that there was a flush on his face, as though the meeting
was no more agreeable to him than to me.
I shook hands with Mr. Lamar, but I had not the hypocrisy to do so
with the Chicago swindler, though he made a motion in that direction.
He was not glad to see me, though he smiled as sweetly as the rose
in June.
"Take a seat, Phil," continued Mr. Lamar. "I will think of the matter, Mr.
Waterford," he added, as the latter turned to leave the counting-room.
 CHAPTER II.
IN WHICH PHIL STARTS FOR NEW YORK, AND IS
STOPPED ON THE WAY.
"Do you know that gentleman, Phil?" asked Mr. Lamar, when
Waterford had gone.
"Yes, sir; I know him, and he knows me as well as I know him," I
replied, cheerfully.
"He has some land to sell in the vicinity of Chicago."
"He! He don't own a foot of land on the face of the earth."
"Perhaps he don't own it himself, but is authorized to sell it."
"That may be. Where is the land, sir?"
"In Bloomvale, I think. By the way, he is connected with the former
partner of your uncle, Mr. Richard Collingsby."
"So much the worse for him."
"I am thinking of buying this land."
"Don't think of it any more, Mr. Lamar."
"But he offers to sell it to me for half its value, for he is going to leave
the country—"
"For his country's good," I suggested.
"That may be; but he wants the money."
I inquired into the matter a little more closely, and found the land was
that which had ruined Mr. Charles Whippleton, and which he had
deeded to Mr. Collingsby in settlement for the deficiencies in his
accounts. It was a fraud on the face of it, and I explained the matter
to Mr. Lamar so far as I understood it; but I could not see myself in
what manner Waterford expected to convey the property, since he
had already deeded it to Whippleton. The two speculators had
owned the land together, but Waterford had conveyed his share to
Whippleton, who was to pay ten thousand dollars from his ill-gotten
gains for the deed, when they ran away together. I had prevented
them from running away together, and Mr. Whippleton from running
away at all; consequently, the ten thousand dollars had never been
paid, though the deed had been duly signed and recorded. The
property had since been mortgaged to Mr. Collingsby, who held it at
the present time.
It appeared that Waterford had given the deed, but had not received
the payment. He was sore on the point, and claimed that the deed
for his share of the land was null and void, and that he had a right to
sell it again. He had borrowed the money to enable him to purchase
it, and the debts thus contracted had caused his failure. But I do not
propose to follow Waterford in his land speculations, and I need only
say that he was engaged in an attempt to swindle my friend. My
statement opened the eyes of Mr. Lamar, and he investigated the
matter. Once more I was a stumbling-block in the path of Ben
Waterford.
On the day the steamer in which I had engaged my passage to
Pittsburg was to sail, I called upon Mr. Lamar again; for I was curious
to know the result of the business. Waterford had been to see him
again, and the negotiation had been summarily closed. I was
thankful for the opportunity of saving one of my friends from loss; for
Waterford was a very plausible man, and had grown reckless by
misfortune. I had no doubt Mr. Whippleton, who was now in business
in Cincinnati, was concerned in the affair.
I bade adieu to all my friends in St. Louis. Mrs. Greenough cried
heartily when I took leave of her, and declared that she never
expected to see me again, I was going away so many thousand
miles. My father went with me to the steamer, and gave me much
good advice, which I gratefully treasured up. I found my state-room,
and having placed my trunk in it, I spent my last hour in St. Louis in
talking with my father. I hoped to bring my mother there in a few
months. With a hearty shake of the hand we parted, when the
steamer backed out from the levee.
I went to my room then, for I wanted to be alone. I was going away
on a long journey, and upon my mission seemed to hang all the joys
of life. I prayed to God for strength to be true to the principles in
which I had been so faithfully instructed, and that our little family
might soon be reunited, after a separation of about sixteen years. I
thought of the past, and recalled all the friends who had been kind to
me. The Gracewoods were uppermost in my thoughts; for they were
among the first who had loved me. To Mr. Gracewood I owed my
education, and he had taken pains to give me high principles, upon
which to found my life-structure. Ella Gracewood, whom I had saved
from the Indians, was an angel in my thoughts. She was beautiful to
look upon, though it was four years since I had seen her. She was
seventeen now, and my imagination was active in picturing her as
she had become during this long absence.
Ella Gracewood was something more than a dream to me; she was
a reality. I had the pleasant satisfaction of knowing that she had not
forgotten me; for I had received an occasional letter from her, in
which she reviewed the stirring scenes of the past, and spoke
hopefully of meeting me again at no distant period in the future. I
took from my pocket a letter which had come to me from her father
only a few days before, and which had given direction, in part, to my
thoughts at the present time. The family had passed the winter in
Rome, and intended to sail for home about the last of April. Mr.
Gracewood had a friend who was in command of a ship which was
to sail for New York at this time from Messina, and he had decided to
come with him. The ship was the Bayard, Captain Allyn.
I expected to reach Nice by the middle of April, and after I had found
my mother, I intended to go to Rome, where I should arrive before
the Gracewoods departed for home. The prospect was very pleasant
and very satisfactory. I pictured to myself the joy of meeting Ella in
that far-off land, and of wandering with her among the glorious relics
of the past, and the grand creations of the present. I was sorry to
leave my father, but I was very happy in what the future seemed to
have in store for me.
From these reflections I passed to more practical ones. I opened my
trunk, and looked over its contents, in order to satisfy myself that I
had forgotten nothing. I had with me all the letters which Ella had
ever written to me, and I had read each of them at least a score of
times, weighing and measuring every sentence, the better to assure
myself that she had a sincere and true regard for me. I wondered
whether she read my letters with the same degree of interest. I could
hardly persuade myself that she did. I found myself troubled with a
kind of vague suspicion that her regard was nothing more than
simple gratitude because I had rescued her from the hands of the
Indians. However, I could only hope that this sentiment had begotten
a more satisfactory one in her heart.
From these lofty thoughts and aspirations my mind descended to
those as material as earth itself—to the yellow dross for which men
sell soul and body, of which I had an abundant supply in my trunk. I
had fifteen hundred dollars in gold, with which I intended to purchase
a letter of credit in New York, to defray my expenses in Europe.
Being a young man of eighteen, I was not willing to rest my hopes
upon drafts and inland bills of exchange, or anything which was a
mere valueless piece of paper. I left nothing to contingencies, and
determined to give no one an opportunity to dispute a signature, or
to wonder how a boy of my age came by a draft for so large a sum.
Gold is substantial, and does not entail any doubts. If the coin was
genuine, there was no room for a peradventure or a dispute. In spite
of the risk of its transportation, I felt safer with the yellow dross in my
trunk than I should with a draft in my pocket.
I had fifteen hundred dollars in gold in a bag, deposited beneath my
clothing. I counted it over, to see that it was all right. I had also the
relics of my childhood in my trunk, for I expected to see my mother,
and I wanted the evidence to convince her that I was what I claimed
to be, if the sight of my face did not convince her. Besides my gold, I
had about a hundred dollars in cash in my pocket, to pay my
expenses before I sailed from New York. I felt that I was provided
with everything which could be required to accomplish my great
mission in Europe.
Fortunately I had a state-room all to myself, so that I had no concern
about the treasure in my trunk. I remained in my room the greater
part of the time; for from the open door I could see the scenery on
the banks of the river. I assured myself every day that my valuables
were safe, and I believe I read Ella's letters every time I opened the
trunk. The steamer went along very pleasantly, and in due time
arrived at Cincinnati. As she was to remain here several hours, I took
a walk through some of the principal streets, and saw the notables of
the city. When I went on board again, I bought a newspaper. The first
thing that attracted my attention in the news columns was the
announcement of a heavy forgery in the name of Lamar & Co. Two
banks where the firm did their business had each paid a check, one
of six and the other of four thousand dollars. No clew to the forger
had been obtained. This was all the information the paper contained
in regard to the matter; but as the banks, and not my friend Mr.
Lamar, would be the losers, I did not think any more of the subject.
Before the boat started, I assured myself that my trunk had not been
robbed in my absence. The bag was safe. At Cincinnati many of the
passengers from St. Louis had left the boat, and many new faces
appeared. I looked around to see if I knew any one on board. I did
not find any one, though, as I walked along the gallery near my
room, I saw a gentleman who had a familiar look; but I did not obtain
a fair glance at his face. I thought it was Mr. Ben Waterford; but he
had no beard, while my Chicago friend had worn a pair of heavy
whiskers. I kept a sharp lookout for this individual during the rest of
the day, but, strange as it may seem, I did not see him again.
Mr. Ben Waterford had no reason for avoiding me, and if he had he
was too brazen to do anything of the kind. I concluded that I had
been mistaken; for I could not find him at the table, in the cabin, or
on the boiler deck. When I had seen the gentleman whom I
supposed to be Mr. Ben Waterford, he was on the point of entering a
state-room adjoining my own. I went to the clerk, and found against
the number of the room the name of "A. McGregor;" and he was the
only person in the room. I heard the creak of his berth when he got
into it that night, and I heard his footsteps in the morning. In the
course of the next day I inquired about Mr. A. McGregor, but no one
knew him.
I watched the door of the room, but no one came out or went in. I
only wanted to know whether Mr. A. McGregor was Mr. Ben
Waterford with his whiskers shaved off; but that gentleman failed to
gratify my reasonable curiosity, though I worked myself up to a very
high pitch of excitement over the subject. I was determined to see
his face again, if possible, and very likely I might have succeeded
under ordinary circumstances; but a startling catastrophe intervened
to disappoint me.
On the day after we left Cincinnati, towards evening, I was sitting on
the gallery, when, without any warning whatever, I heard a
tremendous crash, and felt the steamer breaking in pieces beneath
me. I had seen a boat coming down the river a moment before, and I
quickly concluded that the two steamers had run into each other.
I realized that the steamer was settling under me. Ladies were
shrieking, and even some gentlemen were doing the same thing. I
rushed into my state-room, intent upon saving my gold and my relics.
I had taken out the key of my trunk, when I heard the door of the
adjoining room open. I glanced towards the gallery, and saw Mr. A.
McGregor flash past the door. He looked like Mr. Ben Waterford; but
I was not confident it was he. Before I could use my key, the disabled
steamer rolled over on one side, and the water rose into the gallery,
and even entered my state-room.
 CHAPTER III.
IN WHICH PHIL GOES EAST, AND MEETS
CAPTAIN FARRADAY.
By the time I was ready to open my trunk, the steamer had settled
upon the bottom of the river, which was not very deep at this point.
Finding the boat was going down no farther, I dragged my trunk up
into the cabin. I do not believe in making a fuss when there is no
occasion for a fuss. My property was safe, and so far as I was able
to judge, my fellow-passengers were equally fortunate. A few of the
ladies insisted upon screaming, even after the danger was past; but
it is their prerogative to scream, and no one had a right to object.
I did not object, and I believe everybody else was equally
reasonable. I heard a burly gentleman swearing at the pilot for the
collision in broad daylight, without a fog or even a mist to excuse
him. I do not know whose fault it was, and not being an accident
commissioner, I did not investigate the circumstances attending the
collision. I only know that no lives were lost, though a great deal of
heavy freight on the main deck and in the hold was badly damaged.
The crew, and a few of the passengers who happened to be below,
were subjected to a cold bath; but I have not heard that any one took
cold on account of it.
After a few minutes, some of the gentlemen seemed to consider the
calamity a rather pleasant variation of the monotony of the trip, and
not a few of the ladies to regard themselves as the heroines of a
disaster. The floor of the saloon was still dry and comfortable, though
it had an inclination of about thirty degrees from its proper horizontal
position, and therefore was not comfortable for ladies to walk upon.
The steamer which had caused the mischief had not been disabled.
She had run her solid bow into the quarter of the other, and stove in
the side of the hull. She ran alongside the wreck, and the
passengers were able to step on board of her without wetting a foot,
or even crossing a plank. I took my trunk on my shoulder, and
effected a safe retreat, inspired by the same wisdom which induces
all rats to desert a sinking ship, and especially one already sunk.
Myself, my trunk, and my treasure were safe. I was happy in the
result, and doubly so because all my fellow-passengers were equally
fortunate. I am sure, if a single life had been sacrificed, I should not
have been happy. As it was, I was disposed to be jolly.
I put my trunk in a safe place in the cabin of the steamer which had
made the mischief, and turned my attention to the people and the
events around me. I found a lone woman, who insisted upon being
very much distressed, when there was not the least occasion for any
such display of feminine weakness. She had saved herself, but had
not saved her baggage, which the deck hands were transferring from
the sunken boat with all possible expedition. The lady was sure her
trunk would go to the bottom; but when she had told me the number
of her room, I conveyed it to the cabin, and placed it above my own.
The lady was happy then, and twenty-five per cent. was added to my
own felicity by her present peace of mind. She sat down upon her
trunk, and did not seem disposed to abandon it. As in watching her
own she could not well help watching mine, which was beneath it,
and finding it so well guarded, I left the place, and went on the
hurricane-deck to take a survey of the lost craft.
In this elevated locality a violent discussion between the two
captains and the two pilots of the steamers was in progress. The
representatives of each boat blamed those of the other. I listened
with interest, but not with edification, for I could not ascertain from
anything that was said which of the two was the more to blame.
Each pilot had mistaken the intention of the other, and probably both
had become rather reckless from long experience. I had often
noticed on the Mississippi and the Ohio, as well as in other places,
that pilots are disposed to run their boats as close as possible to
other boats, when there is not the least necessity for doing so. There
is a kind of excitement in going as near as possible without hitting.
Men and boys, in driving horses, are apt to be governed by the same